Without a voice you can't sing but you sure can think about it and still write them. School is about to start soon so I got up and went to go get dressed. I decided to wear a dark gray t shirt, blue jeans, and gray and white converse high tops. I grab my brown satchel and was out the door. I made it to the main building easily after I got from the large groups of people. Music playing from every where you go. It truly is amazing. I made it to a music room and found the piano. I sat down and looked at it. A chavanne from Paris, French about 30 or 20 years old. That means it doesn't have the greatest sound but a good one. I pull out my song notebook and open it to the song I've been working on. I played the intro like always and close my eyes and pictured me on the stage playing this to an audience. Singing until my heart can't take it an more.
"If this is the last time I can see your face. Let me know how you feel. Tell me what I mean to you. Let me Know. Let me Know. Because even if you don't need me anymore. I'll be there when no one else will. I'll be there. So let me know when your sad and lonely. Because I'll be there. I'll be there. Let me know and I'll make sure your forever happy. Yeah I'll be there just let me know~," I sang while the audience sing along. This is my dream but just like all ways I am removed from it.
"K.C!!!," Tyler yelled in my ear. I looked at him crazy and started signing like crazy. 'WHAT THE HELL TYLER WHAT IS IT WHAT DO YOU WANT.' Now it was his turn to look crazy at me. He sighed and smiled at me and I just frowned. "Come on K.C class is about to start, man." I sighed myself and got my stuff and started walking to class with Tyler. When we made it to class a bunch of people called him over and he said bye to me and ran over. I sighed and looked around the class room and looked at everyone and only one person caught his eye. A girl with pearl like skin purple hair, neon green eyes, red lipstick, black dress with a white sakura tree blooming and black and white converse high tops. She looks beautiful in every way possible. Since she had a sit next to her I walked up and sat down. I saw her glance at me and I the same.
"Hello, who might you be," the girl asked curiously. Ok now or never.
'K.C,' I signed. 'Yours?' I looked at her and awaited either a annoyed look or a confuse one. She looks at me and had a thinking look on her face. Then out of no where she started to sign the alphabet while saying it. After about 2 minutes she smiled a knowing smile and turned to me once more.
"My name is Ava Campbell, nice to meet you K.C," Ava smiled holding out her hand to me smiling. I take her hand and smiled a little bit.
"Ok class get ready. My name is Mr. Watson, this is my class. I'll say this right now more then likely most will drop out before Halloween. This school is tough not only keeping your grades but your music so decide what you truly want from this school and make it yours. Your dreams and careers start here," Mr. Watson stated proudly. We all looked at him like we didn't already know this and continued on with class. Once class was over I was the first out the class room. I have a free period so I went to the roof and decided to work on my song. I'm so sleepily. I wasn't able to sleep last night. But that's normal, I never can sleep. I laid down and looked at the sky and thought as I do when there's no one else around. I closed my eyes.
"Hey what are you doing up here K.C," Christian asked confused. I looked up at him and sat up and pointed to my book. He looked at it with a confused face and I just guessed he wants to know what it is so I just handed it to him. As he looks through it I just watched him as a smile goes across his face. However, for some odd reason it left in an instant. I looked at him confused and he just closed the book and looked at me with the same eyes that everyone that knows my story does.
'He thinks your crazy. You probably wrote something that made him hate you. I don't even know why you try your nothing but a worthless little slave. Your nothing. A waste of space. You should just leave' the voices yelled at me. No, no, my vision is turning black, no not again. Everything went black the last thing I heard was K.C.
2 hours later....................
I woke up in nurses office. My head hurts like hell. I had another episode today. There getting worse and worse. I looked around the room and my eyes stopped on a woman wearing a lab coat more than likely I'll be seeing her more offend. She walked over to me and made a fake smile. Like always nothing changes no matter where you are. They all have the same look a disgusted look when they look at me or pity. I hate that fake smile she's giving me. She started talking about I should be getting more rest and eat more, and than started talking to me about the cuts on my arm. She then pulls something out of her lab coat. It's my book. I reach out to grab it but she pulls it back out.
"I've been reading this and I believe you need to talk to the school's therapist. The cuts on your arm are deep and the ones on your body are even deeper and by this book the ones on your heart are extremely deep," she stated losing the smile and giving me one of pity. I look down at my arm their rapped. What does she knows? She has no idea what I've had to go through. I know what's wrong with me and I don't care anymore. I'm only living until I complete my goal after that I don't care. I looked at the time and started to get up.
"Where are you going you have to stay here," she argued. I faked smiled and signed I was fine and left grabbing my book was I walked passed her. I have nothing but this notebook. This is the only that won't look at I'm crazy, pitiful, or disgusting. I have lost to many to trust now. I live for one goal and once I make it I can die in peace until then I'll keep fake smiling and playing the piano.
